Chapter 6
Let the Games Begin
Maggie
Nixon called Nathan and put him on speakerphone.
Homesick already? It’s only been a week since you left.
“Shut it, you tool. We need your help,” Nixon said.
When don’t you need my help, you bigger tool?
“Nathan, I’ll drive home and beat your ass!”
I’d like to see you try.
“Listen, Nathaniel Mark. We don’t have time for your bullshit,” Nash said.
Pft, like I care.
“Fine, then we’ll ask Noah.”
That’s blasphemy!
“Do you understand what that word means?” I asked.
Well, duh. So, what is so vital that you had to interrupt my important business?
“Beating off is not essential,” Nixon said.
Speak for yourself. Your girlfriend isn’t two hours away.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we get on with this?”
Fine. What do you need?
“We need your help
